Mission Impossible

Chapter 21~ Archery

CLARA'S POV

  "So Evelyn, huh?" a girl with straight, long blonde hair asked as soon as Tanner dropped me off and went to sit at the table next to mine. She reminded me of Katie, and I immediately disliked her.

  "Yep," I cheerily said. "And you are?" I questioned.

  "Melissa," she said, glancing me up and down. "So what's your relationship with hottie over there?" I raised my eyebrow. Melissa didn't waste any time.

  "He's my ex," I cautiously revealed, watching the girl's thin lips curl up into a smile.

  "Why would you ever let him go?" Melissa asked, looking back to check out Harry, who was in a conversation of his own. I stayed silent, not wanting to say anything before consulting with Harry. Melissa turned back to me, expecting an answer. I just shrugged, looking down. The girl sitting next to me put her hand on her shoulder.

  "Hey it's okay," she comforted me, thinking I didn't say anything because I was upset over my non-existent break-up. "There are plenty of guys here that can get Charles off your mind," she told me, and I found myself looking up at Harry, who didn't look like he was having a good time. He was glaring at Tanner as he had a conversation with his friends, and I got the sense he didn't like him. 

  Just as Melissa was about to say something else, a bell rang, ending lunch. Everyone started standing up and leaving, so I did too. I watched people go right and left as I just stood in the middle of it. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and turned around to see Tanner flashing a charming smile at me.

  "Already know your way around the school, ay?" he questioned and I smiled.

  "Sorry, I was looking for you," I lied. Tanner raised his eyebrow.

  "Well, you found me," he said. He stared at me for a moment longer before putting his hand out, palm up. "Let me see your schedule," he requested, and I handed it to him, waiting as he unfolded it and studied it. "Looks like your afternoon classes are History, English and Gym," he said, handing the slip of paper back to me. "We have History and Gym together," he smiled at me as I accepted the paper.

  "Well then lead to way to our history class," I said, noticing the lack of students in the hallway. Tanner chuckled and did so, going back the way I had came and took a right, leading us into a hallway labeled World Studies, where all the social studies based classes were held. Our classroom was third on the left, and I couldn't help but feel a slight disappointment when I didn't see Harry's face in the small classroom.

  "Mr. Smith," a male teacher greeted. "Please take your seat while I find a place for the...young lady here", he remarked, looking me up and down, and I could tell he thought I looked older than 17. I got slightly nervous and gulped, which he noticed. "What's your name?"

  "Evelyn Mitchell," I answered.

  "Well Ms. Mitchell, no need to be nervous," the man said looking over a piece of paper. "Your transcript says you already learned this so you should pick it up quickly," he said, motioning to a seat in the front. I slid into it and opened up my backpack, looking over it contents before pulling out a composition note book and a pen, ready to take notes like a normal student.

  Once the bell rang, I quickly scribbled the rest of my notes, not wanting to miss anything as we had a quiz tomorrow. I could hear everyone filling out of the room but I still didn't move, needing to copy down the last bullet point. Once I was done I closed my note book and looked up, seeing Tanner resting his body up against the desk next to me.

  "You're quite the book worm," he remarked with a smile on his face. I stuffed my things into my backpack and stood up, blushing.

  "Sorry," I apologized, following him out of the room and down the hallway again, making twists and turns as he navigated the school to my next class, English.